In Which A Recovering Social Loser Processes Her Kids’ Social Status (or lack thereof)

Elementary school and junior high were no picnic. I had my first breakup in the fifth grade, and it wasn’t even a romantic relationship. My best friend…okay, let’s be honest, my only friend…came over while I was sharpening my pencil by the coat rack and said, “I think we should be friends with other people.”…

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